After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Grandma Han had just woken up, she was out of spirits, and fell asleep again after chatting for a few words.

But this time she just fell asleep normally, and was no longer in a coma.

The three of them left the room, and Han Xingxiu gently closed the door, "Song girl, Zhengqing, you have worked hard all night driving from Haicheng, did you not have time for dinner? I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you two. "

"Teacher, you talk to Xiaojing, I'll cook." Zhai Zhengqing took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen familiarly.

Han Xingxiu and Grandma Han have a good relationship, and the two have lived hand in hand for a lifetime. If there is any regret, Grandma Han has always been in poor health and unable to have children, and the two have no children.

They regard Zhai Zhengqing as a student and as their own son.Zhai Zhengqing was the same, besides seeing them as teachers and mistresses, he had already regarded them as his other parents.

"Song girl, come and sit." Han Xingxiu took Song Jing to the sofa and sat down. "I heard from Zhengqing that you went to the experimental middle school in Haicheng to study high school? Are you still used to it?"

"It doesn't matter where I go to school." Song Jing deliberately restrained his surly behavior in front of elders like Han Xingxiu.

"That's right. With your learning ability, there is no problem with self-study for the college entrance examination. It really doesn't matter which school you go to. Come, come, come, I wrote a new word, drew a picture, you come to the study with me Go see."

Han Xingxiu brought out his own calligraphy and painting to discuss with Song Jing, and Zhai Zhengqing cooked three bowls of noodles with fried eggs, and also made a small stir-fried vegetable dish by the way.

The three ate noodles together. Zhai Zhengqing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and checked the time. It was already past two o'clock in the morning, "Teacher, Xiao Jing and I have to go back to Haicheng. Xiao Jing has to go to school tomorrow, and I have a meeting tomorrow morning." , without delay."

"It's already midnight." Han Xingxiu frowned, "Then you drive slowly on the way back and pay attention to safety. Girl Song, come to Grandpa Han's house to play when you are on holiday. Grandpa Han still has a lot of calligraphy and paintings that he wants to show you."

"Okay." Song Jing nodded in response.

Zhai Zhengqing hesitated for a moment, and said, "Teacher, don't worry about those comments on the Internet, I will find someone to deal with it."

"Don't bother, you don't need to deal with it." Han Xingxiu obviously didn't take those comments on the Internet seriously. "The so-called literati style is just that the benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see wisdom. There is no real standard. They are free to say what they like."

Zhai Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief. It is of course the best thing for the teacher to be able to read it by himself, but he still has to deal with the news and remarks on the Internet that took the opportunity to smear the teacher.

"Teacher, let's go now, and I'll see you and my wife next time."

"Grandma Han's medicine is finished, I will come back to see Grandma Han again. Goodbye, Grandpa Han."

"Song girl, wait, here is a picture you drew when you were young, and I have been looking for a chance to give it to you." Han Xingxiu went to the study and took out a picture tied with a ribbon, "This is the picture you drew when you were six years old. Yes, I took the liberty to submit the sub-painting under your pen name JJ to the Youth Group Painting and Calligraphy Competition, and I won the first prize at that time, and the envelope is the prize money."

"Thank you, Grandpa Han."

"Thank you, just don't blame me for making my own way. I really don't want your talent in calligraphy and painting to be buried."

"No." Song Jing didn't even remember which painting he drew when he was six years old was taken by Grandpa Han for submission.

The teenager in the painting is wearing a simple white T-shirt and sweatpants, and is standing by the river with wired headphones. The breeze blows the hair on his forehead, revealing a cool and beautiful appearance and a somewhat cold expression.

The young man who was already so handsome, under the ink and wash, has more ancient charm, and has a kind of ink-colored beauty.

Song Jing raised his brows slightly, and interest flashed in Ruxing's eyes.

Time banquet.

When she was a child, she actually drew a portrait of Shi Yan, but she didn't have any impression of it.

Song Jing rolled up the painting and stuffed it into his backpack, "Grandpa Han, I will take the painting away, and you can keep the bonus and buy some nutrition for Grandma Han."

"Hahaha, you girl really please me, so I won't be polite to you."

"Goodbye, Grandpa Han."

"Girl, grandpa is waiting for you at Beijing University."

"..." The corner of Song Jing's mouth twitched, "Grandpa Han, you don't need to enroll students now. Let me tell you the truth, I don't plan to go to college."

"No, you have to come. Grandpa is still waiting to teach you. And our school will soon set up a special college. Believe me, you will be interested." Han Xingxiu was very confident, and he deliberately kept it secret, without explicitly saying that it was special. What is the academy.

Song Jing sighed, facing this old man who taught her a lot and was also her teacher, she really couldn't say no to it.

Forget it, it's just a matter of spending some time in college.

"Okay, I will come to Beijing University. Grandpa Han, goodbye."

Han Xingxiu was very happy to receive the student he liked, and his wife's illness was cured again, so he felt even better.

Originally, I didn't plan to pay attention to those comments on the Internet, but thinking about the students I would receive under my name soon, I felt that it would be better to maintain the reputation that a teacher should have.

At least he can't disappoint his precious student.

Han Xingxiu logged in to his authentication account and sent an update.

Han Xingxiu, number V certified by the master of Chinese studies: [If I can't even save my wife's life, I don't want the so-called literati's character in your mouth. 】

After the news was posted, Han Xingxiu didn't care what comments would be raised on the Internet, so he just took a shower and rested.

Song Jing and Zhai Zhengqing got into the car and rushed back to Haicheng overnight.

In the car, Zhai Zhengqing was still sighing, "Xiaojing, I can see that the teacher really likes you very much, and also appreciates your talent in Chinese studies. I have known the teacher for decades, and this is the first time I have seen the teacher so impatiently. Who will you take as your apprentice?"

"Master's illness is also thanks to you."

Zhai Zhengqing sighed inwardly, so many experts and doctors failed to find out the reason, but she solved it so easily, it's hard to admire.

"It's a little effort, it's nothing." Song Jing leaned lazily on the seat, and took out his mobile phone to check the news.

[Boss, this Hong Dian really doesn’t know if you don’t check it, you’ll be shocked if you check it.What about masters of Chinese studies and university professors, the things they do simply break through the lower limit of human beings. 】

[I sent you all the evidence I found, take a look. 】

Song Jing randomly flipped through the received evidence, packaged it and forwarded it to another person.

The news came back quickly, [Mr. Song, do you know Principal Han? 】The other party is a media person himself, and obviously keeps a real-time attention to any new news happening on the Internet.

[Well, my teacher. 】